Gerry and Jerry–celebrating Mr. Burns
By Jim Greenleaf It was Christmas Eve in 1997 and my dad, Jerry, had been in pretty bad shape as a result of intense chemo treatments for throat cancer. The…
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Postseason blues
By Jim Greenleaf At best, the Red Sox World Series victory ran very hollow down here in football country. It’s just not geography. The Astros fans did not fare any…
The name might ring a bell
By Jim Greenleaf Close to the Gulf of Mexico in Galveston, Texas, where Broadway meets the seawall is a tiny shotgun house which was the childhood home of Jack Johnson,…